There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.Kahlil Gibran

Those of us who’ve suffered one or more devastating losses often describe grief as being like the ocean with pain and longing breaking over us in waves. At times, the sadness is overwhelming, and we feel as though we’re drowning. But over time, we learn to float, to keep our head above water. We begin to recognize when the big waves are coming and become better able to deal with them. Although we never escape the sadness, we learn to navigate the waters of grief and move forward into the life we create in the wake of our loss.

a panoramic photo of Pismo Beach at sunset

During my darkest days, I found that the wisdom and experience of other grievers helped me to re-enter the world. They showed me that life after the death of a beloved was possible, that I could begin to see beauty, find grace and feel hope, even joy. They helped me realize that love was all around me, and all I had to do was lean in.

At Salt Water, our community can help you find your equilibrium and begin to heal after an unbearable loss. As Barbara Kingsolver put it so beautifully in High Tide in Tucson:

What a stroke of luck. What a singular brute feat of outrageous fortune: to be born into citizenship in the animal kingdom. We love and we lose, go back to the start and do it right over again. For every heavy forebrain solemnly cataloguing the facts of a harsh landscape, there’s a rush of intuition behind it crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.

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Dedication to Judy's book. "It is a thin membrane that separates the temporal from the eternal." To the power of family ties, the marvels of science and the gifts of laughter and imagination, in loving memory of Judy. Judith Bourassa Joy, July 17, 1964 - November 12, 2013.

Judy’s Legacy

Scott is the father of four grown children and a technology innovation professional, recreational cyclist, tenor, testicular cancer survivor and longtime advocate and volunteer in the cancer community. Judy, his wife of 26 years, died of multiple myeloma in 2013.

A young Jessie wearing a white shell necklace, a white tank top and striped pants leaning over her mom Bernie. There are balloons and little signs saying "Sweet Sixteen" in the left of the picture. Bernie is sitting in the right of the picture. She is wearing striped shirt.

Find Your Reason

When my 25-year-old daughter died unexpectedly just two days after I buried my mother, I couldn’t imagine surviving the nightmare I found myself living. I kept telling my older daughter, “I can’t do this, I can’t do this …” to which she wisely replied, “Mom, you’re doing it.”

Gracelyn and her dad. Her dad is on the left wearing a blue jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. He has gray hair and is wearing sunglasses and has his left arm around Gracelyn. Gracelyn is hugging her dad. She's carrying a black purse and is wearing a gray sweatshirt with a hood.

Give Yourself Permission …

Gracelyn’s dad Chris passed away suddenly in 2016. She works alongside her aunt Melody to create photography projects that highlight survivor stories under Luna Peak Company. Their most recent project, Snapshots of Life After Loss, photographs and interviews grief survivors from all walks of life to show what life after loss looks like.

Donna is sitting at an outdoor white linen tablecloth covered table with an empty green bottle on it. She is wearing a long sleeve white sweatshirt and a black watch. Her hair is dark and short and she is resting her head on her left hand with her elbow on the table

The Wound Of Grief Is Where The Light Enters

After Donna died, I think my motivation was I needed to do it all to keep going in the way WWDD (What Would Donna Do). I wanted to be the person who Donna loved into being by being the person who did not let ‘things’ languish. I had our standards to maintain.

London Bow, Australia under a clear blue sky. The sand is visible in the front of the picture and the green blue water in front of it with deeper blue water behind it

All Heart

After the death of my fifteen-year-old son Mitch, my world collapsed. The grief and the pain was a thousand times worse than anything I’d ever experienced.

Jerry and his dad. Jerry's dad is bald, wearing glasses, a gray tshirt and a blue jacket with gray color. Jerry is wearing glasses and white t-shirt and has a mustache

Finding A New Normal

You’ve just lost someone very important in your life (including a pet). How do you get back to normal, back to functioning as it was before the loss? There’s no list to follow, and nothing that will work for everyone.

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